You can’t resist telling her that she most certainly did, holding her newly laid egg up to admire, then gallantly offering your hand to help her get back up to her feet. Ember accepts and slowly balances herself, but then, as she holds you wet hand, the memory of how the whole ordeal ended hits her.
“Y... y-you... you touched me... my... you touched...”
Yes, you did, because she asked and she seemed to need your help, as you point out. Ember doesn’t bother coming up with something to say, she just unfurls her wings and jumps into the air with a gust of wind.
You shake your head and sigh softly. You place an unfertilized dragon egg in your fourth pouch.